Out here its 95 degrees in the shade Theres nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made Ill be the last one standing, Im not afraid Of trippin over myself, worrying bout The things they said It feels just like being alone I wish I was at home with you Youre the only thing thats real All the books Ive read just leave me cold Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told Its amazing how cheaply everyones bought and sold How easy we break, how easily we fold And you know It feels just like being alone I wish I was at home with you Youre the only thing thats real I can do anything Act like a fool or I can sing about you Youre the only thing thats real Its so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way It wont take much to forget what youre trying to say